You broke up with me Monday and I don’t know why. I mean I kinda do I started noticing it after you got back from that f*ckass msa camp. Two days before u broke up with me u were telling me u loved me and how u couldn’t live without me but you weren’t capable of being in a relationship passed the honey moon phase because u thought we lost our spark. U couldn’t handle boring. And I think that’s the worst part because I’d rather have been bored with you than in the situation I am now. I don’t eat anymore I don’t sleep not because I want you back but because I know I’ll have to live through my future plans without the biggest part of them. You. I’ll always love you and miss you but I don’t think I could like you again. I wanted to say I’d try again but I don’t think i could. You broke my illusion of you being my perfect girl and now all I see are the glaring red flags, micro cheating, and hate u had for me. You always strived for freedom. And ig u finally got it.